Questions from the actor's studio

I've been meaning to post this for a long time. I have been thinking about it in general, but not about IT. So this week, I took some time to ponder, between my new job and Holiday preperations and the new puppy and I decided I would write it out. It's lame, everyone else did it a long time ago but I feel it is my duty (ha ha, I said duty) to post it. Plus, I got nothin'.
So's----here goes.

1. What is your favorite word?
Concierge- it basically means gopher but has such a ring to it.

2. What is your least favorite word?
Genre- I cannot stand reading it out loud. It makes me cringe and it also offends me as a question about the music I make, listen to or love.

3. What turns you on creativly, spiritually or emotionally?
Well, it has to be the ocean, on all of the above. Especially near Destin, South Walton, Panama City Beach. I have always been drawn to it.

4.What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Someone with no empathy, who cannot balance the other side or at least see that there is another opinion with some validity. And usually they are jackasses.

5. What sound or noise do you love?
My girls playing at the beach in the late afternoon.

6. What sound or noise do you hate?
Dishes clanking-it sends me into a epileptic type fit & I don't even notice it.

7. What is your favorite curse word?
I was working with a guy at a reataurant who I knew was pretty straight laced, I was working on my personal issues at that time and I slammed my finger in a drain and SCREAMED poopy, doo-doo, caca! He almost peed on himself and I had to crack up because I'd usually say something a little bit worse. So, for the record-POOPY, DOO-DOO, CACA. Said as fast as you can.

8. What other profession, other than your own, would you like to attempt?
Pilot-I love to fly. Highly paid session bassist might not be so bad.

9. What profession would you not like to do?
High School principal. At all. Maybe in the 50's when you could beat kids, but not now.

10. If Heaven exists, (and it does), what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
Well mainly " Well done my good and faithful servant"- but any of these will be great
a) You da man!
b) Not yet dude!
c) Elvis has been asking for ya!
d) This way to the all you can eat hot wing, BBQ, pizza & stoganhoff food bar.
e) Hey...You wanna do over?
f) Ehhh...Notre Dame's OK, but I prefer the VOLS.
g) You're right. I do mess with the popular music every ten years just to screw with the parents. Next up-PUNK ROCK POLKA-hide your accordians.
h) So, Sonny, The reason the streets are paved out of gold is not for the beauty, durability or the cleanliness, it is to emphasise the fact that money has no power here just as stones on the road have no value on Earth.(dude, I totally got that from the jump)
& my favorite
i) Who's next to make a platypus?

Now make you own questions to ponder.
See you in the funny papers,
SF

no point here-just ramblin'

I know it has been a while, but I have a new job and I am working my butt off. Litereally. I have lost 6 ponds in 4 days and I have been on my feet for 9 hours out of 11 everyday. I am in training and I get to do all of the jobs in the restaurant from hosting, serving, cooking, managing and dishwashing-which I did today-and I'll do on Tuesday.
Dishwashing is a thankless job but a great diversion. You can just veg out and wash dishes and my favorite part is getting to a goal, a clean area. I am goal oriented. I like to see the finished product that I had a part in. I like to see my ideas flourish and I like a little recognition. I truly dislike constructive criticism. If you do not like what I am doing, tell me and give me a way to fix it. Don't beat around the bush and don't be a jerk about it. But above all, don't coddle me. I am a grown man and I can take it without holding a grudge or negative attitude. I have a really weird brain that forgives and forgets, mostly forgets and I realize that alot of what I do won't mean a hill of beans in 100 years. What will make a difference is if I am a good father to my daughters and set them up for success.
I could have done that in spades had I won that $207 million dollar Mega-millions. The winning ticket was sold about 40 miles from where I live. I didn't win so I guess I will go back to work and hopefully, lose another 10-15 pounds before New year's eve.
Although I do love my new job, I have been sitting on my netherparts for a good 2 years and I have gained 20 pounds NOT being in the restaurant business. That is almost impossible. I just like food and comfort food is my favorite. I likes me a lot of starches and grease and fried whatever. Of course I eat my vegetables and dairy---fried pickles and fried cheese---a lot of fish---fried catfish and tilapia sauteed in butter and the everpresent BBQ categories. I have tried dieting but that is not me. If I die a year or two earlier because of a pulled BBQ pork sandwich I had when I was 40, so be it. At least I won't spend that last pointless year of my life eating bland veggies and baked, dry chicken or bribing my army of caretakers to sneak me a Philly cheesesteak in with my nitro pills. I'd rather die fat & happy than skinny and miserable for the last 20 years of my life.
So in moderation I go. I am not giving up anything, but I will spring for the occasional Steak 'n Shake double steakburger with cheese, cheese fries and an extra large chocolate milkshake & smile.

Mmmmmm...Fried pickles
SF